The Death of Man

Before time eclipses, my heart will believe once more. 

My everlasting love will wither as my heart ceases to beat .

The million atoms that composes me will begin their everlasting transformation of what once was a cherished person.

My triumphs will be written and my words remembered for I am will and I am power that runs with desire.

The changes that are transcendence have a way of remaining in the air for millennia as the memory of my doings will.

December will end without me and January will cry my absence,but people will celebrate my life.